Chuck Lidell

Growing up I knew a young nigga Who was tough as nails
Growing up I knew a young nigga Who was tough as nails
Growing up I knew a young nigga Who was tough as nails
Now he in cages fighting bodies he Chuck Lidell

Hmmh. body in Broad Day
He went to college but he dropped out, He should've called ye
Now he got forty, sack on him, he Trapping all day
3.5 for the low low that's how he ball Play, yea
I shed some tears today, bro got 20 in a State Pen he walking top tier today
when you surf too hard in them streets you use yo tears for waves
And yo lawyer court appointed you can't even feel the days
Bless yo soul...
He ain't never get to vote, but he up His pole
He like bad kid on field trip, he like I Can't go
Life a game of cut throat baby, an I Can't show
No flaws here, I know Five Hundred was a dog He left his paws here
Damn my lil baby he got burned he got Scarred here
Nate got thirty with a sink in his room, he Washing his draws there
Lil dog he can't tell, he say the witness Sing on the stand like he know Adele
Play wait game when you boxed in but You don't get no scale
Couple more punches he might retire Now he Chuck Lidell

Growing up I knew a young nigga Who was tough as nails
Growing up I knew a young nigga Who was tough as nails
Growing up I knew a young nigga Who was tough as nails
Now he in cages fighting bodies he Chuck Lidell



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Writer(s): Shelton Coats
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